Basic to Long For
It is very basic to long for closeness
It is also essential to feel oneness
Life is given for once in life time
Don’t waste it in committing crime
“To love and be loved” must form instinct
You must look different and distinct
This is how human being and individual excel
Know the world fully well and authoritatively tell
It is grief that melts the hard core man
He goes for quick remedy in capacity whatever he can
That is God gift and everybody is gifted
Person may change for a while when interest is shifted
No need to tell others as what to do
They have seen enough of it and passed through
How can we be the judge of others action?
You are not to jump as arbitrator as reaction
Person may suffer for his acts in present life
Life may be proved difficult and like cutting edge of knife
It may make him to realize the consequences of ill acts
This is reality of life and very basic fact
He is very much aware of our weaknesses
He always sees our pale and tired faces
He can address it in time but awaits gradual change
If person can know the reality with passing of an age
We must bow to supreme power with strong belief
It may offer you solace and permanent relief
An immediate change may not be noticed
But good result is always promised
Never try to compare with others as it is unhealthy
Everybody is destines as per the wish of almighty
Who are we to fight over supremacy of any kind?
Can we stop ourselves from advocating wrong and going blind?
Let us now the universal truth
It needs no support or proof
Whatever you see around is just a vision
Do not try to vitiate or create confusion
You may be judged as per your behavior
The almighty God will act as savior
He is there to look after you as protector
We are simply managing scene as stage actors
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enjoy More
I had lot more to enjoy than to loose
Between the devil and good I had to choose
It was going to be different universe in a long way
I was to catch child’s finger in fateful days
I was criminal in all the respects
Some people were fearful of my acts
I could sense the way they would prefer to react
Something was forcing them back in fact
I am earthy man with full of lovely feeling
The criminal past forbids me to stop further killings
I saw the changes when I declined to be blind
As at home wife had delivered beautiful child
“Is the world so beautiful to live in? ”
“Can there be more losses with gain”
I was puzzled to read in between lines
But fact remained there that I was feeling fine
She was for all smile when noticed some changes
I was changing fast with resolve to manage
No more hatred and wrong acts in coming days
I held her hand with promise in distinct way
How come one factor can change entire life?
I had performed all the acts with use of knife
Taken lots of lives for the self protection
Now I have decided to go in for corrective action
Lovely child reminds me of beautiful days ahead
I want the life to be completely different and lead
Let whole world gun for my life if they prefer
But I shall stand fast and may not like to suffer any more
The child has brought good fortune
May be at right time to change the tune?
Sing a song of total harmony with relative peace at heart
No one teaches anything but comes as surprise with good start
It may not be smooth transformation
But I am at rest with no more questions
Life can be led differently at any time
Little divine grace is needed sometimes
What kind of medicine can be useful for sound health?
Can worldly pleasures bring change with enough of wealth?
I find none but yes to some unforeseen development
It is altogether blessings in disguise with slight improvement
If there was to be best place for criminals in world
Nobody would have thought it for second and turn cold
At given point of time something struck to the mind
We may be different person with all changes to find
I want no more past history
I wish not to feel sad and carry
Let it remain buried for good
I have come to sense and lately understood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is not always perfect
life can be ****ed up,
but what can we do?
whine and cry
because the things we want
you can't have?
or just change the way
you see life?
life can be unfair,
why let it bring you down?
you can't change what happens,
or what's going to happen,
you control your life,
nobody else
so to place blame on somebody,
only shows,
that you have no courage
to take responsibity,
for the way your life was going
fight through when times get hard,
why cry when nothing will change?
the people who are gone,
will never return,
that guy that broke your heart,
will fall in love again,
why should you remain,
trapped in the past,
plus everything you want to change,
only to find,
it was out of your reach to begin with,
except for....
Right here and Right now,
because what matters the most,
is when you realize,
that life not as bad as you thought,
when you find that person inside,
that know pain is part of life journey,
even though life sucks,
you have to fight through it,
without letting it get the best of you.
Copyright © 2009
oct 27,09
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Divine existence
We can’t deny divine existence
There should not be wrong notion or insistence
It is for us to know real value and its place
Hough there is fast life with mad race
We have polluted thoughts and environment
Every action of our speak of adverse comment
We have left no room for slight adjustment
Only selfish motives behind every movement
You are strong individual and remain continuous
You can prefer to act role that can be called dubious
Yet the reality may remain as it is for time to come
We have to adjust accordingly and welcome
You should not try to see the hollowness of sky
Your mind should not be perturbed and ask why
The stars may twinkle and moon may appear without fail
You should set priority, set target and avail
You can’t disregard sweeping change
Even person tend to become fragile with age
The environment too may witness gradual transformation
We must analyze and respect the relation
Kings have disappeared and despots have taken over
Public is tired of and now finding shelter or cover
This may also find disappearance in phased manner
The change has to come later or sooner
You can remain mere spectator
The gradual change is simple indicator
You got to live with changing world
As you are supreme with your soul which is not yet sold
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Fate to fight
Why think of their death to night?
When you are not sure of your fate to fight
Some what it created little awkwardness
Are we in full capacity to judge on their face?
The talk of reward comes later
Let us be peace lover and not hater
Life as such is totally uncertain
Important thing is to care for relation and maintain
Human life is full of misery
Love it to full extent even for your adversary
Never show to anybody that you are doing it out of pity
Act only to shows that you are just messenger of almighty
Whether life remains same or not should not cause any concern
Anything good performed by you may definitely turn
Your destiny and life into permanent peace
Life may be same again and spent at ease
Bow along with them for mass appeal
Your wish and desire should be in fact real
No lip services or out side show shown to the people
Else it my be known soon and land you in trouble
Let us go to their help if blessed with resources
Internal wishes and conscience must act as divine force
Noble soul with its action is always noticed by all
They see in it a good gesture to respond the call
We all must show sympathy in their troubled days
Pray almighty to come to the rescue and show the way
Render everything if that can over come their woes
Ponder not over result if almighty comes to your help and does
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Girl I'm Starting To See
what do you see?
when you look at me?
i'll tell you what i see,
a girl who has accepted who she is,
a girl who just realize that giving up life,
is not going to change a D@mn thing,
no matter how much you want it,
to change everything,
it just made me realize more,
that life has more to offer than meet the eye,
would you agree?
you just can't give up when life gets hard,
if that the case,
we all won't have a chance to become something,
to live out our dreams,
we have people who remind us,
how special we are,
but, we let negative thoughts cloud out judgement,
when we need to push through,
and see all that we can be,
cause i no longer want to be,
somebody who given up,
just because life gotten hard,
i want to be that role model and leader,
i always knew i can be,
cause in the end,
that's the girl i do see,
a girl who want to change for the good,
the place she at now,
is nowhere near where she wants to be,
she tired of playing games, ,
tired of trying to get people to understand her,
cuz the only person it should of mattered to..is me,
along the way,
i forgot who was important,
i forgot who i was and who i wanted to be,
but, that's okay,
along the way,
we all have to make mistakes to learn,
otherwise, we won't know,
who we really are,
cause this is the girl i'm starting to see.
6-11-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Last Wish
It would be considered a stage show performance
If I am told to express my last wishes at once
“What will be your life time end mission”?
I will be very much glad to add frank guilt admission
Great personalities and sages sometimes do without fear
They are aware of lapses and already admitted it with tears
This has made their soul very pure for presentation in public
This is strongest gesture if any one can make its start as basic
As an ordinary man what can I think best use of body?
Whether to donate it to medical institution to study?
Or to donate main organs for transplant in needy persons
Whatever may be the case but purely it will be with humble reasons
It is nice to think if human body if that can come to use of something
It will be just useless if buried under or consigned to flames for nothing
If some of the people get eye sight or kidney transplantation
That may tie my useless body with human being in question
I don’t what I had experienced and seen when was alive
But next person may be eager to see with his own vision and live
Possibly he may turn crime person and indulge in bad acts
Well it will not be worth point here to discuss and react
But I shall think of my dead body to be utilized
I shall deem it fit to think and obliged
Many people might be just unblessed
If they have it in case properly traced
If my body can be burnt and made into ashes
That ash could be taken and merged with large land pieces
Soiled with farm houses and seeds harvested
I think this will be best option and fully invested
The whole theme behind this is maximum utilization
Life during action and after its cessation
What can be best use of body granted by almighty?
When it is likely to merged in soil with all its divinity
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Love signals
How do we transmit love signals?
I never thought of its original sign with arrivals
But someone said it is universal phenomena
Leaves person in complete off balance with many lacunas
I thought it was so easy process
One could have any time easy access
As it is natural and bound to happen
Birds, animals and flowers also indulge even
It is not mere carrying forward generation
It has much more deep rooted relation
Two souls come together in sacred tie
Take an oath to last till an end of their life
Only eyes speak and not the language
Sometimes not color cast or even age
That love rules supreme in many of the cases
You can have long tail with so many traces
There is no basic for falling in with affection
Person simply succumbs with his own action
Loose the common sense and run for belonging
Dream in life for new relation with very good beginning
It can run into rough weather too
If your love is not sincere and true
It can be judged from any of the angle
As love is holy and sacred triangle
She enters your life with lots of expectations
No doubts in mind but with lots of surprises and questions
Her mind is occupied with future developments
As it may be known little later with fine moments
Love wins not by use of sweet language or phrases
As it may reveal your real design with ugly face
Not once but that may remain life long impression
It won’t wash your body and make clean even after water emersions
I would weigh it in fair terms
Whatever consequences or with whatever turns!
Its holy core may remain intact and same
Person himself may be pointed but love will never be blamed
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To deny natural divide
How to deny natural divide when it exists?
How to side with untruth when someone insists?
How shut eyes and feel dark when light is seen?
I can’t go with all as I am not blind and not so keen
The natural principles to believe in constant change
You stick to rigidity and you are out of race to manage
No one may prefer you as an ardent supporter
Once you have fallen out of grace as an observer
The distinction is rightly drawn for available facts
One must think positive and clearly fall in line with to act
You can’t make believe day a night and night a day
It has its own accepted routes to force its way
What if one refuses to believe in sun shine?
How world can look different if you are under influence of wine?
Some of the universal changes do not alter the basic reality
To go with it or not rests upon your common sense and ability
It won’t serve any good and cause immense harm
Days may not go cold when they are already warm
The seasons are armed with all kind of changes
As human being we are prone to certain things but unable to change
We are sure of the fact that love blinds a person
Almighty has induced it in human being with some reasons
He must cry, delight, laugh and slip into memory
Some of the heaviness lessens with the expression of sorry
Mix reaction may not evoke good response
It may make you vulnerable with no sense
It will add tension, anxieties and worry
You will burdened most and compelled to carry
It is foolishness on our part not to distinguish good from bad
It may sometimes lead us to believe and next moment very sad
These are all interlinked and considered as two sides of the coin
The pain may reduce if you try artificially to laugh while actually in pain
Everybody know the facts still refuse to believe
With wrong notion and belief and prefer fallacy to live
Not day or night deter or for that matter truth or lie
Only one fear keeps under control that certain possibility to die
We could have defied the universal law
If it had some short cuts with loop holes or flaw
We could escape unnoticed with sheer intelligence
But alas! We are constantly reminded of its presence
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From Childhood To Manhood
He wonders why his emotions come out.
When things in his life does not go right.
Demons that he struggles with and fight.
He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.
He wonders how things have change when we have matured.
He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when
someone special die.
He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.
He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.
He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.
Memories that he love most that ended bad.
Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.
His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.
Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.
He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.
All that matters if only that they knew.
Money never matters to him.
Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.
He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by
He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.
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Love Is Only Blind When We Don't Want To See The Truth
it just funny,
how some guys will choose,
girls they don't know,
draw them in,
and mess with them,
they make you feel special,
make you feel like the one,
it all happens so quick,
you think it was love,
but love can be blind,
we see what we want,
until it catches up with us,
and we wonder how we got in this mess,
we think it becuz the guy loved us,
but in reality,
all they wanted was,
to turn us into what they want,
they want us to be there puppet,
not there one and only,
if that was the case,
they would want to take their time,
open us like a present,
and charish us,
not use, change and throw away,
we are better than that,
to be treated by a guy,
with little respect,
we only take it,
becuz we feel lucky to find us somebody,
who cares and open there heart,
but when you listen closely,
you realize how selective they are,
telling you what you want to hear,
and in the end,
they want you to accept their past,
but it seems like they can't accept your,
selfish people don't deserve good people,
but you see it happen,
in more ways than none,
but the only person that can stop it,
is the person that is in,
this type of relationship.
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Who I AM
I don’t want it to succeed
There is after all no need
Life is not to be made as what we think
Swim fast and prepare even to sink
Heart and all joy comes there after
When life is smooth with laughter
No weapons of any kind must come in between
As love is to be observed and clearly seen
You must always thank almighty
Never feel dejected for any kind of pity
There lies clear distinction
You need not any extinction
Life is an ocean of pain, agony and storm
But we need to forget and keep it warm
As human we need to survive
Strengthen the bond and revive
No one comes to feel for individual
One must think carefully as casual
Hell and heaven made in the mind
You need not go to anywhere and find
Suffer for guilt and enjoy for correction
Guide the path and seek the action
No one suffers here for any crime
As it is pardoned with passage of time
Seek the blessings for given birth
You can pray for descent death
In between you are responsible for good acts
To think out of tune or in tune may not be real fact
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An apology
I apologize for being very rude
That was my initial attitude
I used to loose temper very easily
But regained later on very quickly
I will be drawn in unnecessary wrangle
Though it may be childish from any angle
What to do as it is inherent weakness?
Number of times I have tried to address and shown the keenness
I turn to look back my behavior
I wished someone to come and act as savior
I am sailor on the high sea
Independent and totally worry free
I can not compose or read my own action
I react badly to any hostile reaction
That is draw back I will mostly resent
Rest everything is o.k. and nothing to lament
I strongly believe in having healthy relation
Human being wants happiness with its elation
We can not differentiate between good or bad
Any set back in relation makes you very sad
As the clock may not stop and time may tick on
There can be hardly any event which can not be won
I have tried my level best to score honestly
Still could not create position even after trying earnestly
I have tested no defeat in life
Though it had proved difficult as if to walk on edge of knife
I remained adamant and refused to budge
Though I bore no grievance or grudge
Someone told me secretly “Love makes man perfect”
He meant to say that I must go for in and act
It was beautiful gift given by the almighty
Life is useless and hollow and may be empty
I wondered what it actually meant
How love could make all that very much apparent
I had know it to be weakness prevalent and inherent
I had not gone through that ordeal any time or recent
Any how I thought it may be nice experiment
I was in no mood to make any movement
If that was to happen any time I was well prepared
I never regretted the decision or compared
Any how I have always felt it as magnetic pull
Life becomes meaningless and appears very dull
I thought for a while and agreed for it at once
I was to make a nice attempt in that regard hence
I was not at all against any bond
In fact I was very much eager and fond
I had fear of not succeeding in that move
Friends had tried many time for apprehensions to remove
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
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Cry from distance
Heard a cry from the distance,
Somebody might have departed at once,
Could clearly listen to sobbing voice,
Coming with variation as if no other choice,
It made me restless for simple reason
Nobody can remain immortal as person
Life is God’s gift and must be enjoyed
see to it that correct ways are employed
Hart is filled with definite sorrows
One becomes uncertain for tomorrow
Life is just phenomenon and borrowed
It has to be lived and simply followed
It gives us pain when our dear one departs
What it makes worthwhile or message to impart?
Nothing was yours which is taken away
Soon to forget it is the only way
It may leave many deep scars
Eyes may refuse to see and ears?
Very difficult to hear unpleasant news
Cry for loss and holding pathetic views
The very thought itself will make you very sad
Whole world may seem to you unkind and bad
The unusual stories are constantly fed
One is made to believe and to be led
Death is in fact universal truth,
it is fine so long life is smooth,
It is painful and living hell,
If body doesn’t keep in shape and do well,
Still have we not learnt a lesson?
One has to depart without any reason,
Whether spring, autumn or rainy season,
It is almighty who has power and decision,
I became happy when dews were gone,
Sun shine appeared and night was done,
Daily routine on card but with definite message,
One has to make way, try and make passage,
Life means motion with constant change,
No hatred, no love or only revenge,
Today’s enemy may turn friends tomorrow,
Why not then understand and rules to follow?
No one know how far we may be able to survive
Will we be able to carry on or peacefully live?
Who can be our good friends or partner?
This will bother hound us as beginner
Life may appear in form of bubble,
Men may think different but will not be able,
Work is done with only HIS grace,
Nothing will be left behind even with small trace,
We are here only for limited duration,
Can’t compare or with any other equation,
It is our existence that is in question,
Not HIS world which needs any mention
We got to carry on as single traveler
We may find many good or bad feelers
It has to be lived with present scene
Have to make it worthwhile and to be seen
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Little Smile
Smile can change a world
From hostile reaction to agreeable fold
Where you feel at home with warm welcome
As new life has emerged from somewhere and come
Must appear as natural as possible
To assure the person that he can be able
To guide the course and convince the unknown
Smile is the only way to wipe the tears the world has seen and known
Smile is not the opening of little mouth
It is reflection of strong conviction with truth
It is made known that you are aware
Still pardon others and unmindfully dare
Smile costs nothing but force others
To reciprocate and cool down in showers
The hatred and suspicion has rained all these years
To forget it with smile is unbelievable to the ears
Don't be easily carried away with deceptive smile
It may make to fall under its spell for a while
How to judge and come out of it needs a special skill
Yet it is appreciated and left to the individual's will
Accept some of the indisputable facts
It may not change whether you react or act
It depends on how best you overcome
Adjust to life and smilingly welcome
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A total deception
It may be total deception
If that is the idea since inception
We are fooling the self without looking around
The idea is rotten and doesn’t look sound
It is totally dark and thought in isolation
No amount of work may improve with quotation
It lacks reality and has no relation
Your action is always in question
Your credentials are in doubt
You can not make any debut
You are watched and talked about
This may certainly take you to fall out
You may be quoted as shining example
You know how far it is true and commendable
It is falsely shrouded with different colors
In fact you have proved yourself as beggar and not donor
You have established yourself as fake chieftains
It has nothing but only lies to contain
Still you manage the scene and remain
You think of self and that is how you maintain
Still there may something good about me in person
I come across with lots of persons
The motive is obvious and can be with many reasons
As I have mastered the art to change in every seasons
This analytical study only I know
I have all reasons to fit in and grow
If I don’t then I loose my reputation
My identity as good person is totally in question
The individual must have dual personality
In present age that is the only fine quality
No one simply follows you as disciples
If you don’t compromise the principles
There is no point in arguing for self
It is like secrets hidden in shelf
It may find the day if not concealed
It will be boomeranged only if revealed
So it may be good not to speak
Go on as usual even if you are weak
You got to present your self as very nice
Stick to word and fulfill the promise
It may have lasting effect
If you can put into action and act
People may realize it late and strongly react
Still it may always remain as fact
You may have many good qualities as well
It may reflect on your work and definitely tell
The efforts made by you in right direction
That is only thing spoken about your good action
It is common for the conscience among all
We are shadowed by inner conflict and different call
We may be compelled to act contrary to what is right
Life still goes on and we continue to survive and fight
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A little sunshine
The birds were late in the morning
Did not make any noise as that of evening
This I observed from the very beginning
This used to be fine start and very good innings
I found some changes in the sky
I thought it may late opening for the day
The birds are therefore keeping silent
That is why there is not even slight movement
There was little sun shine for illumination
This raised some doubt with a basic question
Was thre any change in daily pattern
Why there was still enough light in lantern?
The mind did not nog down for long
It was right cause and not the wrong
There was seasonal change in atmosphere
The birds too new it in advance from somewhere
It was known to all for whatever may be the reason
I was not aware of the fact nd failed as ordinary person
The natural lover might have noticed it with curiocity
I was not aware of such things with simple reason of simplicity
There might have have been some marginal change
Though it did not look unusual and strange
It was part of unifversal pattern
It did not cause any alram or concern
The birds get hint of natural behavior
They some time prove as saviors
They are gifted with the tremandous third sense
If we notice it with interst in their presence
Many of the dissasters could have been averted
The immdiate gain could have been converted
The natural pattern is clear indicative of coming days
It may suggest some steps to come out of ways
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Fail Each Time
This is where we fail each time
Take solace by confessing sometimes
what do we miss from real heart?
Just to lift the leave and have good start
why should we worry and pray?
As all our life had been waste and did not stay
to the ideals of almighty and kept in captivity
now is the time to assert alone and not to show any inability
I refuse to be drawn in selfish struggle
Lt that put me in any kind of trouble
Prayers are not meant for addressing concerns
Thy got to be tackled and proven in turn
Man may commit error
Murder the people and create terror
He may simple go in and confess the crime
Ask for solace and peace in bad time
Why are we so self oriented?
Why do we remain away from reality and unrelated?
He is medium for us to come to the rescue
But what are we suppose to do?
There can be no excuse for such mentality
Certain faults can be waved because of inability
But with bad intention if something is performed
Person himself is responsible and needs to be reformed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Someone to overrule
Don't make someone to over rule you
As it may prove later on untrue
You will pushed in to corner
The fate will be sealed later
If they have any other alternative
Let them act honest and suggestive
The response has to be positive
Not in action but intent too indicative
Life the life magnificently
As you have means to manage it efficiently
What could not be had in hand?
A froe can’t be turned immediately into friend
You have all the way something to pick
Good or bad but not with the guidance of stick
It is not for drawing the immediate relief
As it may come in due course with strong belief
Of course, you need good companion
Strong bond with permanent union
Where No one can wedge a drive
Strongly lead and firmly believe
Invite all those suggestions in reality
That may prove your will and ability
As life is not meant to be ended in despair
It is not advisable. Good or fair
Love to last till the end of journey
That is also a wish of almighty
It depends how you lead in any way
But see that goal remains with you and not drifted away
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I would not want to spell
As it may not find favor and go well
Everybody has will power and search engine
The quality gifted so is considered divine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Change in Me
Why I need change?
for better or for the worst?
Any choices to change or not?
I need change when
There is an opportunity to grow and mature
Things being done the wrong way
Dealing with a world of change
I rediscover change
Change is the law of life
Those who look only
to the past or the present
Are certain to miss the future
I may change anything I want or don't want
But I can't change everything I want
My dilemma is
I hate change and
love it at the same time
Best of all
What I want is
For things to remain the same
but get better.
Lastly,
I need strong courage to change,
To master change;
Be the master of change.
Always I want change,
To get where I want to be,
Be the change I want to have.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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